RobDownSouth
No Kings
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Not sure if I want to add this particular talent to my LinkedIn profile, but I've taught a cat to sing this week.
Background: The woods behind my house hold a feral cat colony. Feral cats are, of course, Satan's fluffy little ambassadors to Earth. (Houston has a free catch/spay/release program, which I've used). About a dozen in the coven.
Last Monday I burned some bacon in the oven (hey I'm a "good" cook, not a "perfect" cook). After uttering a suitable number of curse words, I took the smoldering ruins outside (to prevent the indoor smoke detector from waking the neighbors), and placed them on a grill prep table to cool down.
One of the alpha-ferals (I call her "Fermina"), hearing me curse, approached me to see what assistance Satan could offer. I warded her off by chucking a slice of bacon right at her, slinging it like a spear. It bounced off her furry hide harmlessly. She sniffed it, picked it up with her mouth, and promptly had a wide-eyed religious conversion. She bounded off happily with her new treasure.
I thought this was the end of the story. Not so fast. It's cool down here in Houston, I can keep the windows open....and now every single time I start to cook bacon, the smell attacts Bacon Cat to my back door. I ignore her, so she sings to me. Every single time. It starts with a low hum, then eventually escalates to a full throated Mrrowowowor aria which drives my neighbor's dog insane.
I'm considering trying to teach her some Christmas carols.
Background: The woods behind my house hold a feral cat colony. Feral cats are, of course, Satan's fluffy little ambassadors to Earth. (Houston has a free catch/spay/release program, which I've used). About a dozen in the coven.
Last Monday I burned some bacon in the oven (hey I'm a "good" cook, not a "perfect" cook). After uttering a suitable number of curse words, I took the smoldering ruins outside (to prevent the indoor smoke detector from waking the neighbors), and placed them on a grill prep table to cool down.
One of the alpha-ferals (I call her "Fermina"), hearing me curse, approached me to see what assistance Satan could offer. I warded her off by chucking a slice of bacon right at her, slinging it like a spear. It bounced off her furry hide harmlessly. She sniffed it, picked it up with her mouth, and promptly had a wide-eyed religious conversion. She bounded off happily with her new treasure.
I thought this was the end of the story. Not so fast. It's cool down here in Houston, I can keep the windows open....and now every single time I start to cook bacon, the smell attacts Bacon Cat to my back door. I ignore her, so she sings to me. Every single time. It starts with a low hum, then eventually escalates to a full throated Mrrowowowor aria which drives my neighbor's dog insane.
I'm considering trying to teach her some Christmas carols.
